tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62391200060243160182018-01-27T11:50:13.517-05:00JUST LOVEEnchanted nuggets of love that release immeasurable inspiration for the human soul, are like diamonds... they last forever.Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-32116842748178332532017-02-05T10:30:00.000-05:002017-02-05T10:37:35.863-05:00Give Us This Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TIvAOAjU_xI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yt24qNVkDfk/s1600/Visionary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" ox="true" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TIvAOAjU_xI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Yt24qNVkDfk/s200/Visionary.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Long ago, during a particular period in time man was created.&nbsp; He was granted all of the wonderful things this earth had to offer.&nbsp; He had food in abundance, shelter when he needed it, water when he became thirsty and as if that wasn't enough, he was given a mate so he would not be alone.&nbsp; He was also given certain restrictions so he could be held accoutable and learn to make good decisions which would always result in positive outcomes.&nbsp; <br /><br />But, something went wrong and we as a race of humans have never been able to get back on track... or so it seems that way to me.<br /><br />Today, we wrestle relentlessly with simple things.&nbsp;Simple things like the pleasantries&nbsp;used&nbsp;in&nbsp;saying hello or goodmorning. Heck we can't even find a way to just look another person in the eye and crack a fake smile.<br /><br />Look, I'm not perfect&nbsp;and&nbsp;I too have violated some of the aforementioned from time to time, but we must bring an end to these atrocities or there will be a payment&nbsp;demanded at our end, and if that should happen, hopefully it won't be like writing a check we can't cash.<br /><br />Still puzzled?&nbsp;&nbsp;Here are some additional pieces to the puzzle.<br /><br />Well, just a couple of days ago, a professional baseball team in my neck of the woods got into a total bench clearing brawl, over pretty much nothing.&nbsp; These "professionals" who we adore and pay handsomely, literally erased every single parent's speech to their kids about getting along, fair play&nbsp;and having respect for each other.&nbsp; Some may say who cares... but I say,&nbsp;remember there were thousands of kids in attendance at that game; television and via the all powerful internet, watching and absorbing it all.&nbsp;This discounted behavior will become more than a fairy tale,&nbsp;it will be recreated and played out line by line, by one of our sweet and&nbsp;innocent little ones on the soccer, baseball, fields at parks and playgrounds worldwide.&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeing is Believing!<br /><br />I also remember when people would stop their busy day and come together for justice and everything that represented what was right.&nbsp; They could actually sit down at the table and hold a discussion about unpopular issues and then somehow miraculously agree to disagree and even shake hands before departing.<br /><br />Wow, talk about setting&nbsp;and being an example of maturity and wisdom.&nbsp; <br /><br />So...&nbsp;what went wrong with&nbsp;those of whom, we the people&nbsp;elected?&nbsp; Those who&nbsp;swore to represent&nbsp;you and I&nbsp;in our cities, towns, states and&nbsp;congress?&nbsp; Now,&nbsp;they publicly argue almost to the point of violence and lie, cheat and scheme&nbsp;their way back into re-election.&nbsp;&nbsp;Or, did they just, NOT get that particular&nbsp;memo?<br /><br />Just a few years ago, on the eve of one of America's greatest tragedies (9-11), we're faced with dealing worldwide with&nbsp;one single, little known man in Florida, who has decided to&nbsp;burn the Quran in front of the world to make his point.&nbsp; This situation has and&nbsp;still effects everyone from the "Whitehouse, to&nbsp;your house".&nbsp;&nbsp;This could possibly have brought an end to&nbsp;all the hard work and dedication we all have invested to make this world a better place live.&nbsp; <br /><br />Maybe these things tend to reopen the&nbsp;spiritual portals of our concerns about why, what&nbsp;and how man's existence will impact on this world's demise.&nbsp; Perhaps this is&nbsp;just another&nbsp;one of those daily reminders or&nbsp;wakeup calls, as we like to call them.<br /><br />Listen..., lets not ponder on just the what, how, when&nbsp;or if...&nbsp; it will happen.&nbsp; Let's focus perhaps on&nbsp;change.<br /><br />Although, some are saying it will happen this year or later.&nbsp; <br /><br />Maybe so.....&nbsp; <br /><br />But please remember and consider this...&nbsp;This world came to an end, for everyone who died today.<br /><br /><strong><em>Be and make the very best of&nbsp;each and everyday you&nbsp;have and live each and everyday&nbsp;you have, as though it will&nbsp;your last......</em></strong><br /><strong><em><br /></em></strong><strong><em>* This special nugget is a REPOST from my archives dated September 2010</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/E97gPran9GE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com17http://www.myjustlove.com/2017/02/give-us-this-day.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-6582310182547292752014-11-16T12:40:00.000-05:002014-11-16T12:39:24.927-05:00Let's Gather To Gather... AgainJust as the title implies, very soon just about every household on the planet will do exactly that; they will "Gather to Gather".&nbsp; I'm not an authority on this bountiful and magnificent holiday, but I truly look forward to it every single year. So lets start with just a small, yet brief step back into the past. Hopefully, you can hold out for a spell, but if you're as impatient as I am, you are more than ready to dive deeply into the hundreds and hundreds of extra calorie laden pounds of "GOOD EATS". <br /><br /><br />Don't worry we'll be eating soon, but first...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHaDIz0SOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/abwd4bae2Ig/s1600/Pilgrims.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHaDIz0SOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/abwd4bae2Ig/s1600/Pilgrims.jpg" nx="true" /></a></div>Our story starts long long ago, when a group of people who we'll simply call pilgrims, landed on a rock of land they later&nbsp;called Plymouth. Of course as luck would have it, they soon discovered that they were not there alone. There were other two legged, upright walking, air breathing individuals on that rock as well. We'll called the newly discovered inhabitants... Indians. <br /><br />Now you've got to know, there was a natural curiosity factor a mist and probably a lot of little conversations about... this is mine and that might be yours, but we want it...ummm.<br /><br />Somehow over whatever period of time that followed, common sense prevailed and the two parties decided it was in the best interest of everyone to share and wouldn't you know it, suddenly someone yelled lets have a P-A-R-T-Y!! (must have been an ancestor of mine).<br /><br />I'm sure there was lots of screaming and yelling and excitement expressed without limits. Unfortunately the chants and shouts of excitement was short lived, because I can just imagine..., that's&nbsp;when someone boldly asked, "what the heck is a P-A-R-T-Y ?"<br /><br /><br />So, I'm assuming they all compromised again and the leaders agreed that since there was food flying around in the air and food roaming around on the ground as well, it was best to just share a meal. Actually just having a meal had to boring, and since its my story we'll rename it and call it a Feast instead.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHafCAZcAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eP_1Ro_nCG4/s1600/Pilgrims+Share.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHafCAZcAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eP_1Ro_nCG4/s1600/Pilgrims+Share.jpg" nx="true" /></a></div>There you have it, now you know what I know about the first THANKSGIVING..... Except I can't remember how they actually settled on "TURKEY",&nbsp;but then who's complaining?<br /><br />Every year, the tradition of THANKSGIVING, allows our family to come together in a way that's very special and unique. We always invite one new person or couple to share in our blessed festivities. As we prepare to dine, we all stand in a large family circle and hold each others hand. Then, we each take a turn to openly express that which we are personally thankful for. Of course,&nbsp;our new guest(s) are also allowed to share their thankful thoughts should they choose too.&nbsp; Well,&nbsp;I guess theres no need for further delay...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHbdbBuoGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dmizDhrI1QA/s1600/Thanksgiving+spread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwHbdbBuoGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dmizDhrI1QA/s1600/Thanksgiving+spread.jpg" nx="true" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />You're always welcomed to have a seat at our table..... <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; HAPPY THANKSGIVING. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />* This is a re-post selected from the achieves, with minor photo&nbsp;and title changes.<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/sPFroUKbdqY" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com7http://www.myjustlove.com/2012/11/lets-gather-to-gather-again.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-67376254182529503302014-05-01T10:30:00.000-04:002014-05-01T10:12:12.271-04:00MY PERSONAL THANKS TO EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/S6-TO2v0DqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/995_fK7VY7g/s1600/thankfulness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/S6-TO2v0DqI/AAAAAAAAAT8/995_fK7VY7g/s200/thankfulness.jpg" height="200" nt="true" width="133" /></a></div>Hello,&nbsp;usually I love to begin my day with starring out the window to greet the mornings magnificent sunrise. As I listen to the little birds singing cheerfully in the distant trees,&nbsp;I reflect back on the weeks blessed opportunities. Not only am I appreciative or speak of the ones&nbsp;I've reached out to and took hold of, but also those very special ones&nbsp;I missed because I did not recognize them or because I may not have positioned myself accordingly to recieve them.<br /><br />Afterwhich,&nbsp;I then find a quiet corner and&nbsp;offer&nbsp;the inspired thoughts of my heart, mind and soul, in the numerous pages of this blog.<br /><br />Today, I wish to say, "Thank You", to all of you that have visited this blog site and without reservation,&nbsp;went a step further to introduce it to the others within your influence.<br /><br />Below is a list of what I and others like yourselves have considered the&nbsp;Best of "JUST LOVE". They can be accessed simply by&nbsp;clicking on any of the below selected "Top Ten" titles.<br /><br />Join me&nbsp;to&nbsp;discover&nbsp;and rediscover them again...... THANKING EACH AND EVERYONE YOU!!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color: orange;">"JUST LOVE's" TOP TEN Selections:</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/12/lifes-evening-sun.html">Life's evening sun</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/12/how-can-i-help.html">How can I help</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/12/shout-while-you-still-can.html">Shout while you still can</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/12/devil-made-me-do-it.html">The devil made me do it</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/12/keeper.html">Keeper</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2010/01/brain-food.html">Brain Food</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/11/tic-toc-tic.html">Tic Toc Tic</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/11/if-shoe-fits.html">If the shoe fits</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html">Love is in the air</a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.diamondnuggets.com/2009/06/winter-will-come.html">The winter Will Come</a></span></strong><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/Vx_NwBklcus" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.comhttp://www.myjustlove.com/2010/03/thanking-each-and-everyone-of-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-1312226447590083292013-09-29T08:30:00.000-04:002013-09-29T08:30:08.111-04:00Signs, signs...everywhere!<div style="border: currentColor;">&nbsp;There once was a favorite song of mine that had this very same title.&nbsp;&nbsp;I really didn't think much about understanding the songs lyrics back then, but&nbsp;I sure do now.</div><br /><div style="border: currentColor;"><a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.freshfreestuff.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/road-signs-and-traffic-light.png&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.freshfreestuff.net/free/road-signs-traffic-light-vector.html&amp;usg=__JpOAq1y5lLyz-OlL-RCgHsGfmSE=&amp;h=412&amp;w=376&amp;sz=84&amp;hl=en&amp;start=3&amp;zoom=1&amp;itbs=1&amp;tbnid=BX16TITuYbmbZM:&amp;tbnh=125&amp;tbnw=114&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsigns%26hl%3Den%26gbv%3D2%26tbs%3Disch:1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BX16TITuYbmbZM:" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" /></a>There have been signs&nbsp;since the beginning of time, telling and fore-telling events to come and those forgotten.&nbsp; For example,&nbsp;when a you plant a seed into the ground and&nbsp;it sprouts a twig or plant, the signs are good that the plant will probably succeed in growing a tree. Or, when&nbsp;the&nbsp;clouds outside are dark and gray accompanied with lightening and thunder.. its a very good sign that the weather is about to get very ugly and the&nbsp;plans to take the family to the beach may have to be canceled.&nbsp;</div><br />I remember some time ago, when&nbsp;I looked into the mirror&nbsp;my face&nbsp;was&nbsp;clear, smooth and soft to the touch. &nbsp;But I&nbsp;failed to notice that&nbsp;my parents are grandparents who viewed themselves&nbsp;in that same mirror saw themselves the total opposite.&nbsp;As a youngster I didn't&nbsp;understand that this was a sign that&nbsp;I too would grow and look older.<br /><br />The point is, there are positive and negative signs around us daily.<br /><br />Here's another example.&nbsp;Its no secret that&nbsp;our society&nbsp;has become an unruly and violent one.&nbsp; We can think, say and act on every single negative emotion we are big enough to feel. This behavior&nbsp;in most cases will lead some to believe that they are entitled, invincible and untouchable by any and everyone who courageously questions their intentions.&nbsp;&nbsp;The order of the day is that its&nbsp;my business and no one else has the right to challenge it.&nbsp;&nbsp;Take notice how our&nbsp;leaders, bicker and fight openly and&nbsp;boldly rationalize or pass it off as&nbsp;its just a healthy debate about the issues.&nbsp;Then, before the camera's stop rolling, &nbsp;they&nbsp;throw out a disclaimer by saying, " I'm not responsible if some quack takes it upon themselves to do something stupid." <br /><br />Sadly though, when people&nbsp;are left to interpret the meanings of&nbsp;those hateful, spiteful&nbsp;words that&nbsp;sometimes promote violence, the troubled and uninformed person is moved to act.<br /><br />Sometimes that action, results in the lost of innocent lives.<br /><br />Not long ago&nbsp;in Arizona, a U.S. Congresswoman and several other individuals were shot&nbsp;&nbsp;by a 21 year old male, who for whatever reason only known to himself, also took the life of a nine year old child, who was also in attendance at that scheduled event.<br /><br />Were there signs?&nbsp; Of course, there were signs..., there's always signs.&nbsp; Were the signs clear&nbsp;ones and&nbsp;could it be that they were just simply ignored by observers who&nbsp;resolved that, it was&nbsp;none of my business.<br /><br />So, where does it end,&nbsp;can we or will we ever be able to fix this problem that affects us all?<br /><br /><div style="border: currentColor;">I don't know, nor do&nbsp;I have all the answers, but its clear to me that perhaps the answer lies within the..SIGNS!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uqqZqut6KP_hhM:" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="118" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uqqZqut6KP_hhM:" style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="108" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/l8RXpY1UqCU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com7http://www.myjustlove.com/2011/01/signs-signseverywhere.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-35462406386890060402013-07-15T13:00:00.000-04:002013-07-15T12:25:44.169-04:00What Goes Around....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TGbGIZ8rfkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xvSBfKZlJLU/s1600/what+goes+around....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TGbGIZ8rfkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xvSBfKZlJLU/s200/what+goes+around....jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I've heard this phrase said on multiple occassions.&nbsp; Sometimes its stated during positive situations and sometimes its stated direct and straight at you in a negative fashion. Either way, from my personal experience and in most cases,&nbsp;this statement has&nbsp;turned out to be quite truthful.<br /><br />There are millions of example I can recall and talk about, although there are just as many times I'm inclined to just&nbsp;forget and hope they never ever resurface.<br /><br />It's always been strange to me how people who&nbsp;proclaim to the masses about their undying love for&nbsp;another will take any and all steps necessary to demean, verbally abuse, physically assault or kill because they felt they were rejected or emotionally hurt in&nbsp;a relationship that was&nbsp;probably destined for failure from the beginning.&nbsp; In&nbsp;some of the cases, the perpetrator(s) of all this devastation&nbsp;are the guilty parties.<br /><br />I guess they have never put much faith in the statement,&nbsp;"<em>YOU REAP, WHAT YOU SOW</em>".<br /><br />So, please hear my plea....<br /><br />Let's stop the madness. Let's&nbsp;exercise what we all know to be factual... that all of us have faults and come up&nbsp;short in many areas of our human lives. None of us are perfect, yet we should strive diligently to work towards perfection. Understanding&nbsp;that it's not merely practice that makes one perfect, but perfect practice each and every consistent time, that makes perfect.<br /><br />It starts with me first, then you and then the next. Until, that loving link reaches every single human being who breathes air, we're in trouble as a people.<br /><br />When we&nbsp;learn to resist the desire to be judgemental, we simply learn how to <em>Just</em> <em>Love</em> unconditionally.<br /><br />Let&nbsp;the next time you hear the words, "What goes around, comes around"....&nbsp;result in&nbsp;a positive&nbsp;outcome&nbsp;for you and the special people&nbsp;you truly <em>love</em>.<br /><br />* This is a <em>REPOST </em>from my archives section,&nbsp;dated 8/14/10.<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/9oYGBpmA6VE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com5http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/08/what-goes-around.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-22491469050171139742013-03-15T15:51:00.000-04:002013-03-15T12:18:01.424-04:00Getting Out Of My Own Way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TH1ZyZm9_cI/AAAAAAAAAWU/25vQ6yJqq1s/s1600/Samson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="194" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TH1ZyZm9_cI/AAAAAAAAAWU/25vQ6yJqq1s/s200/Samson.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>*&nbsp;Enjoy this&nbsp;REPOST from my archives. (dated: 8/31/10) <br /><br />Today interestingly enough, I awakened with my usual practice of observing the incredible majesty and beautiful wonders of the world in which&nbsp;I lovingly reside. As&nbsp;I began to reflect on these things I was motivated to share those thoughts&nbsp;with my friends via my&nbsp;social networking media.&nbsp; My message was short and fashioned in both a question and&nbsp;a statement.&nbsp; It went something like this; If you&nbsp;woke up this morning and are able to read this,&nbsp;while living in the land of the free and the home of the brave... need I say more?<br /><br />Thank&nbsp;you Lord, for the freedom to do what I want today, I said to myself.<br /><br />Later on, I wondered outside&nbsp;towards my backyard and gazed wearily&nbsp;at all the unfinished work that still needed to be done. My initial response to this visually mountainous feat was a simple and resounding....Uggh!&nbsp;&nbsp;Lord, give me the strength.<br /><br />I&nbsp;considered taking the easy route out&nbsp;by&nbsp;turning around and going back to bed, but a&nbsp;few&nbsp;favorite words of wisdom echoed in my mind,&nbsp;hitting me&nbsp;like a ton of bricks.<br /><br />The first words of wisdom&nbsp;was a quote by Thomas Edison, which states, "Opportunities&nbsp;are missed by most people because&nbsp;they are&nbsp;dressed in overalls and often looks like work".&nbsp; I remember this&nbsp;statement&nbsp;helping me to&nbsp;avoid&nbsp;procrastination,&nbsp;when I considered starting&nbsp;my at home business.<br /><br />The next wise words&nbsp;showed up in the form of a larger brick, quoted&nbsp;by J.G. Holland which stated,&nbsp;"God gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into the nest.&nbsp;&nbsp;This reminded me that although gifts are nice to get, some gifts are better appreciated when they are&nbsp;earned. <br /><br />Then just as I was filtering through all of this, suddenly there it was, another brick&nbsp;of wisdom was hurling itself rapidly&nbsp;in my direction. This time it came from&nbsp;my friend Marty, who faithfully&nbsp;authors a blog titled,&nbsp;Aphorisms of the day.&nbsp; This particular&nbsp;aphorism was quite appropriately&nbsp;stating that,&nbsp;" Suppose Hercules had thought about his labors first.... Fortunately, for him, he just went out and did them.<br /><br />So, I blinked, cleared my head,&nbsp;sent up&nbsp;some more praise, got busy&nbsp;and went in believing that&nbsp;if&nbsp;this task was&nbsp;worth me&nbsp;doing,&nbsp;it would definitely be worth me doing... RIGHT the first time.<br /><br />Now, I don't have to ponder on it anymore...<br /><br />Besides, blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy&nbsp;to worry at night.<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/C1zaMgC0F5c" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com8http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/08/getting-out-of-my-own-way.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-59513151922974294002013-03-09T09:00:00.000-05:002013-03-09T08:57:47.631-05:00DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/S6Jwd1BDD4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/2p-5yplIl3E/s1600-h/Visionary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/S6Jwd1BDD4I/AAAAAAAAAT0/2p-5yplIl3E/s320/Visionary.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />* This is a REPOST from my archive (9/11/11 @10:32 a.m.)<br /><br /><br />It's a proven fact that time is valuable, essential and most importantly waits for no one. With each day that passes, there is beauty and at the same time ugliness all around us. That's why I love and hold true to the phrase that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.<br /><br />Here's what&nbsp;I see....<br /><br />Everyone of us has the ability to partake of all the positive things this life has to offer,&nbsp;especially when we position ourselves correctly to receive them. Sometimes because of our negative mindset, we fail to see these opportunities that are literally right in front of us, which result in reinforcing&nbsp;a life filled with loses, failure and hopelessness.&nbsp; <br /><br />In contrast, I personally choose to see things differently. Today I awakened to see&nbsp;a glorious&nbsp;sun rise high in the skies, and then&nbsp;I saw and heard birds singing in the trees. Unfortunately, I didn't know or understand what they were saying, but&nbsp;it appeared to me, that&nbsp;they were&nbsp;just being thankful for another day.&nbsp;As I looked&nbsp;at&nbsp;my own reflection in the mirror&nbsp;I saw&nbsp;a positive, energetic and excited person ready to take on the days challenges, one by one.&nbsp; Later as&nbsp;turned and&nbsp;looked around, I&nbsp;saw young school children playing and laughing together without prejudice, malice or restraint. &nbsp;I movingly saw and met a stranger who took the time to smile and say, "good morning".&nbsp;You know, I truly have to honestly admit, that I probably would have missed out on&nbsp;his incredible greeting, if I had been walking around with my head down, filled with doom and gloom.<br /><br />I know in my heart and soul that&nbsp;I'm not alone...... but do you see what I see?<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/gUkGJNvqTek" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com14http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/03/do-you-see-what-i-see.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-56957484930710450882012-11-27T08:00:00.000-05:002012-11-22T07:52:29.460-05:00Sharing The Holidays With You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/Sz5L0kJAOfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_YKVeyVQP_s/s1600/new+year+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/Sz5L0kJAOfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_YKVeyVQP_s/s1600/new+year+party.jpg" /></a></div>In keeping with all of the upcoming Holiday festivities and occasional madness surrounding them, I stopped for a moment to ponder on how and what it must have taken for people to commute back and forth to their personal and favorite Holiday destinations over and during past years. I'm not exactly sure when the human race began to establish and recognize Holidays, but I'm sure there were special events that were for whatever reason, significant enough to lead them and us into what we celebrate today from one year to the next. This part of the equation is sometimes puzzling. How and what were their modes of travel? Perhaps, we should go back, I mean way back, far back, perhaps to a time forgotten......<br /><br /><br />The date is unknown and all the exact places no longer exist. An era where men and women lived mostly in caves. They were grouped together as clans or tribes, yet some remained to live apart and alone. As they learned more and more about their surroundings and became more familiar with the changing of each season, when food was abundant and sometimes scarce. Still yet, I'm sure they must have visited each other during those special times.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwFA932SuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JloISCXOQek/s1600/dinosaur+rider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwFA932SuI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JloISCXOQek/s1600/dinosaur+rider.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />If distant travel became a necessity, I envision this may have been how they got it done. Fortunately for the others, the only delay in reaching their destination on time had not been discovered or invented yet. Things like locating the nearest and cheapest gas stations.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwIhl0Wa5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/a9BDArmWZrE/s1600/covered+wagon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwIhl0Wa5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/a9BDArmWZrE/s1600/covered+wagon.jpg" /></a></div>As we move farther into the more present future, these guys had less of the hardships as the previously mentioned holiday travelers. The terrain was definetly rough and tough, but at least if it rained they could still keep their appointment, stay dry and not run the risk of being eaten by what the previously mentioned guys chose to ride upon. I just think they had to really have a good idea about exactly where in the heck was their favorite uncle Billy Bob's house was located and could they actually make it there by Xmas, without having to stop and deal with altering their route due to unscheduled visits by unfriendly indians, who probably were traveling and shopping for the Holiday's too .<br /><br />Today, as you know things are quite different. We have calendars, Macys department stores, television, online shopping and each other to remind us of the Holiday Seasons. Although, we could walk, run, drive, float, and of course fly to destinations today, the real problem we face is that with all these modern luxuries, traveling during the holidays can still become quite difficult, costly and extremely stressful.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SstXaAcKvaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mq0sr-Y8Gh0/s1600/Body+language.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SstXaAcKvaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mq0sr-Y8Gh0/s1600/Body+language.jpg" /></a></div>For example, after deciding and preparing to make the trip, what day would be the best day of the week to tackle the dreaded airport......ummm? It has been said that the Wednesday before a Holiday is by far the worst day to travel. Yet, travel appears to ease, especially on the actual Holiday. In kind, the worst day to choose for return travel is Saturday, because you run into all the commuters who left from where ever they were a few days earlier.<br /><br /><br />But, there is a possible solution, for soon and very soon, none of the above forementioned Holiday headache issues will matter. There will be no more issues of stressful traveling, gift selections, excuses or worrying whether or not we can observe this or that Holiday and will it conflict with our personal lives or different religious beliefs. There and only there, at that place and time, it is said that... <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwZgsfuhzI/AAAAAAAAANA/XPR5LDNGecY/s1600/heavenly+gates.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SwwZgsfuhzI/AAAAAAAAANA/XPR5LDNGecY/s1600/heavenly+gates.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><strong><em>"Everyday will be a Holiday"</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Until then, where ever you are in the world, from me and mine, to you and yours.....<br /><br />Have a Safe and Happy Holiday Season.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Portions&nbsp;reposted from&nbsp;an archieve post titled, "I'll Be There".&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/yPVPXIisWV0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com4http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/12/sharing-holidays-with-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-22276160956088901142012-03-05T11:38:00.000-05:002012-03-05T11:38:12.257-05:00Treasures Of The Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8jFy_8GERw/T1Tg6kXDjuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9v1bSpUFL08/s1600/Helping+Hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8jFy_8GERw/T1Tg6kXDjuI/AAAAAAAAAXA/9v1bSpUFL08/s200/Helping+Hand.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Today, started with sorting through the volumes of&nbsp;incoming emails.&nbsp;Usually the task involves choosing between&nbsp;the&nbsp;good and bad stuff and enjoying the rewarding sounds of hitting the delete button as fast as I can. But,&nbsp;suddenly I was&nbsp;distracted&nbsp;by a title that caught my eye and I paused to investigate it closely.&nbsp; Since I recognized the name of the sender, I felt very safe in opening the visually capturing mail. As I read each line to its final period, I knew then that I was obligated to share it with all of you, my valued readers.&nbsp; My only regret is that I could not determine its author, as its my desire to give all the credit for this piece to it's proper&nbsp;owner.&nbsp; <br /><br /><em>May your heart also&nbsp;be enlighten by its meaning and blessing:&nbsp;</em><br /><br /><span style="color: orange;"><strong><em>The WOODEN BOWL</em></strong></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The family ate together at the table, but the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>“We must do something about father, said the son. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When the family glanced in Grandfather‘s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>The four-year-old watched it all in silence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He asked the child sweetly, ' What are you making? Just as sweetly, the boy responded,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back sometimes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you.. but, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back....,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.&nbsp;</span></span><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/3aECRediAds" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com2http://www.myjustlove.com/2012/03/treasures-of-heart.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-76836543739413509342012-01-05T11:22:00.000-05:002012-01-05T11:23:14.670-05:00Discovering a New You<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SjKhGlhmTzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PKYSS3KzdIM/s1600-h/Fitness.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346512842166521650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SjKhGlhmTzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PKYSS3KzdIM/s320/Fitness.jpg" style="float: left; height: 130px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 132px;" /></a><br /><div>Ever wonder why sometimes, you beat yourself up in disgust and frustration, after trying to figure out what went wrong with your fitness goals in the gym?<br /><br />Well don't feel like the "Lone Ranger", its happen to me too. It took me a whole lot of countless hours of hard work through trial and error, before I stumbled on an article written by fitness guru, <a href="http://www.philkaplan.com/"><span style="color: #ff6600;">Phil Kaplan</span></a>. The article was titled "The 3 Body Types". As I read the information, I began to have an inner sensation, that reminded of what it must feel like to grow a set of donkey ears and the pain of kicking yourself right square in the... well I'm sure you know what I mean. I continued to read and learn more. Of course, this revelation is not to be classified as the cure all for why I was not progressing in the gym, but it surely helped put some vital training issues in perspective.<br /><br />I discovered that, although I was training with dedication and consistency, I had failed to realize or take into consideration, that every one's body and physical genetic makeups are different.<br /><br />Here's a brief synopsis of the article:<br /><br /><strong>The Ectomorph</strong> is long and lean. They fall into a category widely known by weightlifters as "hard gainers" or the 98 pound weaklings. In other words, they have a difficult time beefing up. As with most things, there is a good side to this body type in that, although they usually are not gifted with a lot of natural huge muscles, their bodies carry very little fat. This gives their body type an advantage. They actually with proper training and diet they can put on muscle without worrying about gaining FAT. They must train intensely, but relatively infrequently, to avoid over training. This group should stay with basic compound movements like, squats, bench presses etc. Everyone can benefit from aerobic exercise, but this group must keep that part of their training in moderation. Caloric in take should be high with adequate protein, carbs, and essential fat intake. (hopefully the good fats).<br /><br /><strong>The Mesomorph</strong> is the athletic prototype. They show off the V-shape back, wide shoulders, little narrow hips and great muscular legs (hate those guys!). They're often natural athletes and are the ones usually with "healthy" body fat levels. They add muscle easily, even if they make a few errors in their training regime, they still gain muscle. Their metabolisms are usually sufficient enough to handle "less than ideal" nutrition provided they get adequate calories to meet their energy needs.<br /><br /><strong>The Endomorph</strong> is usually a bit rounder in appearance. They appear to have a softer look, which is probably due to the higher proportion of overall body fat, mostly carried around the hips and stomach areas. Some people have called or stereotyped them as having a "pear shape". Technically, they have to really focus on their diet, especially those high in sugar and fat. Their aerobic training should be at least 4-5 days per week.<br /><br />OK, now that you know what I know, DO NOT PANIC, there is after all some good news!!<br /><br />Very few of us rarely fall cleanly into just ONE category. There are people who are actually a combination of the above body types. For example, some can be deemed, endo-mesomorph and ecto-mesomorphs. Sounds complex, doesn't it? For most people, a simple glance in the mirror, may be of some service to them in determining where you fit.<br /><br />Remember this information is merely a tip to help you make a few adjustments in your training regimen.<br /><br />It was an incredible and rewarding tip for me, because that year after reading and learning more about this information, I made some adjustments to my mental and physical training regime and then I decided to compete in a local all natural body building contest and as a result, I won 1st place in the masters division.<br /><br />Hey, its a New Year, its&nbsp;out with the old and in with the new...., so&nbsp;let's get started! <br /><br />Stay safe, be patient and never give up on yourself or your&nbsp;training!</div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/d7fcCC67tDU" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com2http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/06/bodybuilding-tip.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-49847557520545770772011-12-11T09:43:00.000-05:002011-12-11T09:43:53.914-05:00Happy HolidaysNow that&nbsp;we've all celebrated and enjoyed Thanksgiving, its time to move forward to another highly celebrated holiday fit for a "King"... if you know of whom and what I mean.<br /><br />With me it starts out being more about making the choices between Christmas tree A, B or C and to make things a bit interesting,&nbsp;there are always new vendors popping up annually all over the place, proclaiming to have the perfect one.&nbsp; Some of my favorites have moved to other locations for larger space which tend to drive me nuts.&nbsp; Heck, I need a GPS monitor just to keep track of all the migrations.&nbsp; Either way, timing is everything&nbsp;and so&nbsp;I've got to get busy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SxgNMb0_BnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CMoGRF1dfG8/s1600/xmas+tree+in+DC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SxgNMb0_BnI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CMoGRF1dfG8/s200/xmas+tree+in+DC.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><br />As I ventured out today,&nbsp;looking and sorting through tree after tree, I came across a few that were so magnificent they should only be found&nbsp;located on the front lawn of our nations Capitol in Washington DC.<br /><br />As a child, I was always told that Christmas was somewhat magically, but as I grew older I moved away from those beliefs. Then&nbsp;suddenly something very strange happened, and as if out of no where, I thought I heard&nbsp;the sounds&nbsp;of simple and humble&nbsp;words screeching through and from behind all the thick forest of Christmas tress in front of me.<br /><br />I literally heard pleadings saying... "Pick me, Pick Meeee!!" echoing over and over.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SxgLwe1TnHI/AAAAAAAAANI/MUz9N6Zmj_8/s1600/xmas+tree+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SxgLwe1TnHI/AAAAAAAAANI/MUz9N6Zmj_8/s200/xmas+tree+1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So, I decided to take a closer look and..... there it was.<br /><br />Yes!!, that one I shout out, as I&nbsp;pointed to the&nbsp;most beautiful and perfect tree hidden amongst some of the&nbsp; ugliest,&nbsp;leafless, creepiest, shortest, colorless trees on the property.&nbsp; <br /><br />Whew!&nbsp;my search was over.&nbsp; As&nbsp;I&nbsp;drove home with&nbsp;the new addition&nbsp;to our living room, I began to think about the fate of all the other trees left behind. Would they also be chosen; would their owners find them just as beautiful and&nbsp;just as purposeful and most importantly, just as significant as&nbsp;the one I chose for our families Christmas holiday.<br /><br />Of course they will, I said to myself.&nbsp; It should never, ever be about the outside appearance, but always about&nbsp;the essence of character and substance of a&nbsp;person and any this particular case that of a thing.<br /><br />Life&nbsp;for me is about living and about making good and positive choices vs.&nbsp;the type of negative choices&nbsp;that only allow&nbsp;us to just merely exist&nbsp;or&nbsp;settle.<br /><br />Now its your turn... Go out there and remember to choose wisely. <br /><br />From all of mine, to all of&nbsp;you and yours, have a Safe and Happy Holiday Season.<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/L1XmdBBlGb8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com9http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/12/happy-holidays_20.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-76687226173632335942011-10-23T09:27:00.000-04:002011-10-23T09:28:32.891-04:00It's All Yours<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SoRqzCWlIDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2BhHQtILBmw/s1600-h/World+in+the+palm+of+your+hands.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369534080769925170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SoRqzCWlIDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/2BhHQtILBmw/s400/World+in+the+palm+of+your+hands.jpg" style="float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /></a><br /><div>Today, at this very moment is one of those phenomenas that will create new visions, dreams, desires, opportunities and memorable experiences. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It has been stated that, "Today is truly a <span style="color: #6600cc;">GIFT </span><span style="color: black;">and</span>&nbsp;that's why it is known as, T<span style="color: #6600cc;">he Present".</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Its interesting that some of us fail to understand or relish in this fact.&nbsp; It's as if the mere vocalization of the word <span style="color: #6600cc;">TODAY</span> transforms itself into something evil, a myth or an untruth being offered as punishment for just existing. &nbsp;Make no mistake life as we know it is quite temporary. Just as a day begins..., at some point it does end. The resulting&nbsp;punishment may reside in&nbsp;our ignorance, of&nbsp;not taking full advantage of the precious moments every sunrise we experience brings.</div><br /><div></div><div>There have been an ocean full of atrocities, adversities, social and economic injustice', cast on mankind, but what if anything did we personally do, to change the outcome of these imposed negatives to make them result in positives ?</div><br /><div></div><div>Have you ever been in the company of people who just complain about everything?</div><br /><div></div><div>Some may complain about not having more money, respect, attention or love. They shout out into this worlds abyss that.., more is better!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yet all the atrocities and indifferences linger and continue to thrive amongst us. </div><br /><div></div><div>Well..... <em>more</em> attention <em>hasn't</em> stopped it, <em>more</em> money <em>couldn't</em> stop it and <em>more</em> respect <em>didn't</em> stop it. </div><br /><div></div><div>Perhaps <em>MORE LOVE</em> is truly the resolve we ultimately need and should passionately seek. </div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color: yellow;">TODAY...</span> this very day, which of course could be our last is truly to each recipient, a precious <span style="color: #6600cc;">GIFT.</span> </div><div></div><div>Participation in it requires an unconditional expression of praise and devotion to the one true <em>giver</em> of this <span style="color: #6600cc;">Present</span>. </div><br /><div></div><div>Only then.. this very moment.. this <span style="color: yellow;">Today</span>, can you treasure these uttered words.... <span style="color: #3333ff;">It's All Mine and I accept It!!</span> </div><br /><div></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/5b7xZ-IOntQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com0http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/08/its-all-yours.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-20363809158721306902011-08-19T14:06:00.002-04:002011-08-19T14:17:58.124-04:00Fishing for... LOVE<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SmH4vFCypLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PQE3bubfdug/s1600-h/fishing-for-love.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359838519239025842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SmH4vFCypLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PQE3bubfdug/s400/fishing-for-love.gif" style="float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /></a><br /><div><div>Growing up in Miami for me was great. Perhaps if you were like me, you had everything imaginable and available around you to keep you amused. As the years came and went, I started to wonder what it would be like to have a relationship of my very own and most importantly, what the heck was&nbsp;a "relationship"&nbsp;and then, how to accomplish or get one. </div><br />I began to closely observe the personal relationalship behavior of my parents which was slow paced and to me, not very exciting to watch as far as I was concerned. Don't get me wrong or become perplexed about my reality, its just that I was only about age 7 then.&nbsp; Now, I don't know about you, but seeing my parents kissing was like..... auggh! <br /><br /><div>Thank you God, that I was blessed with not one, but two older brothers who, unbeknown to them, were instrumental in,&nbsp;lets just say uh.. they&nbsp;opened my eyes. &nbsp;I was watching every move, stance and gesture they made.&nbsp; I even went as far as to memorize their special brew or blend of how to 'RAP'. Ha, Ha, Ha!!. I had no clue of what I was saying or what it all meant, but when I opened my mouth and uttered the words, it sounded smooooooth. So, fake it if you must, but look good doing it.&nbsp; Either way, through the magic of trial and error, I like&nbsp;many other inspiting "Don Juan's", &nbsp;sometimes got it right. </div><div></div><div><br />I am by no means an expert of this topic but, if you've found yourself in what I call a relationship disaster, better known as an absolute <em>NIGHTMARE</em> that just won't go away, then its possible that some or all of the blame starts with the man in the mirror. </div><div></div>Sometimes when we think of starting a relationship, we fail to seek out or simply do not care about gaining any real understanding of its true meaning.<br /><br />Webster&nbsp;says a relationship is a state of connectedness between people (especially an emotional connection).&nbsp; Its a state involving mutual dealings between them. (making all parties accountable)<br /><div></div>There is one group of individuals that just drive me nuts. These relationship geniuses are of the ever present, fast paced, pain in the butt group of people&nbsp;who&nbsp;blantantly&nbsp;start relationships based on, <em>"I'm with you only for&nbsp;the moment or until I get bored with you or&nbsp;simply my dear,What have you done for me lately".</em> <br /><br />Trust me, they're out there, everywhere, at work, school, the mall, the movies, your favorite restaurant,&nbsp;at church and even in your cell phone's contact list. <br /><br /><div>Scary isn't it. </div><br /><div>What's even scarier, is that there are some who know this is&nbsp;a bad&nbsp;deal and instead of running away as fast as they can, they get involved or settle for this form of punishment, in spite of the reality. Perhaps the vilian within is a lack of self esteem, or some form of co-dependency, which without indepth examination can sometimes&nbsp;create an illussion of looking like&nbsp;the real thing thats being search for...,<strong><em>True Love</em></strong>.</div><br />Think back and remember&nbsp;the last time you were out and was just minding your own business, when suddenly you glanced up and met the attractive and pleasing eyes of another. Your inner voice tells you to ignore it and move on, but&nbsp;that other inner voice shouts louder and makes you take a second look only this time you smile or wriggle your nose or even send a wink. Then suddenly, in the next breath your brain turns to mush and you can't speak or articulate and you're left with the abnormal ability to immediately resort to acronyms like .... OMG!!!&nbsp;or just... OOOOOH. Your entire body language is focused and sending strong impulsing messages of "Yeah baby, I'm the one, so lets get it on"! <br /><br />OK, Calm down, you can stop now..., it was only an illusion. <br /><br /><div>So was it fate, or chance that you met? Or should I ask myself..., did you pick them or did they pick you? </div><br /><div>I would suggest that we all spend the time needed to acquire long and lasting relationships built on common sense values. Such as, do I <em>need</em> or do I merely just <em>want</em> a relationship?</div><br /><div>As the the picture above may indicate... He&nbsp;or She are exactly who they are. You can't change them, nor should you seek to. Plain and simply my friends.. It is what it is and they are who you thought they were. </div><br /><div>Perhaps if your luck&nbsp;continues to&nbsp;run out and you're tired of <em>falling</em> in love, when the true goal needed to be, <em>growing</em> in love.&nbsp;Consider this the next time, you cast a line in the sea of romance to hook... "the one". </div><br /><div>Maybe, just maybe&nbsp;its a&nbsp;real good time to&nbsp;also practice, "<span style="color: #3333ff;"><strong>CATCH and RELEASE</strong></span>"! </div></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/6gCiQODdzZc" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com6http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/07/whos-loving-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-53168353571613092452011-07-09T09:50:00.000-04:002011-07-09T09:49:30.236-04:00Let The Winds Blow<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SiLWnjUwG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/6Xk8_3hRSkc/s1600-h/images%5B10%5D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342068083000351554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SiLWnjUwG0I/AAAAAAAAACU/6Xk8_3hRSkc/s200/images%5B10%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 89px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px;" /></a><br /><div>Its raining today, which is not the normal, sunny and fair weathered South Florida area, some of us are familiar with . I'm not attempting to be a jinx or my no means, project or predict what this years Hurricane season may or may not bring, so you can trust that I'll just continue to leave all the predictions up to the experts.<br /><br />Personally, I sincerely pray that every storm season comes and goes away with haste and without incident.<br /><br />There are things that we can do and should do, before a serious threat reaches our shores. The main thing is to not get complacent and or procrastinate. There is no better time than right now to prepare. The stores are probably well stocked with the supplies and provisions you will require in the event of a serious storm. Even though our national economic situation is somewhat bleak, store prices are still low enough right now and suppliers will be more than anxious to sell you what you need. The downside is if you wait to close to the impending storms arrival, demands will be high, and prices will soar accordingly to that demand. So as they say in some circles, "the early bird gets the worm".<br /><br />Start surveying your surrounds for things that require repair like the roof or electrical items; examine your shutters for wear and tear or missing hardware; stock foods that are non- perishables, and maybe this time, buy some foods that you really enjoy eating and be sure to make a contact list of immediate family members, including those out of town.&nbsp; Develop and orchestrate a plan to reunited at a designated place, in the event you're displaced.&nbsp; Research and have available emergency contact numbers like...Rrumor control lines; Evacuation aid and especially the American Red Cross. </div><div></div><div></div><div><br />Click on these important websites, to learn more: <a href="http://www.miamidade.gov/oem/"><span style="color: #6600cc;">Miami Dade County Office of Emergency Management and Homeland Security</span></a><span style="color: #6600cc;">, </span><a href="http://www.broward.org/hurricane"><span style="color: #6600cc;">Broward County Emergency Management Agency</span></a><span style="color: #6600cc;">, </span><a href="http://www.fema.gov/"><span style="color: #6600cc;">Fema</span></a> and <a href="http://www.nhc.noaa.gov/"><span style="color: #6600cc;">NOAA</span></a><br /><br />The lists of helpful information are endless, but the time to act on this is right now. The local news stations, newspapers as well as your employers, family and friends, will be discussing these very same issues soon.<br /><br />Lastly, I'd like to also remind you that there are all types of <i>Hurricanes</i> that blow through our lives. Our society has a name for each of the seasonal stormy weather types, like David, Cleo, Andrew and Katrina, etc. Unfortunately, there are some <i>Hurricanes</i> that have entered our lives with names such as; divorce, bankruptcy, abuse, addiction, hopelessness, cancer, depression, death and a multitude of others.&nbsp; Just as we prepare for and respond to the natural disasters that come our way, its equally our responsibility to not ignore the many signs of those disasters that ultimately break the human spirit, mentally, spiritually, physically, financially and emotionally.&nbsp;<br /><br />Let us start today, by taking good care of ourselves as well as each other. There is always a solution and an opportunity to make things right. It maybe as simple as saying, 'I'm sorry or I need help".&nbsp; It may take letting go of our ego and taking on the role of a servant who faithfully offers service to others.&nbsp; The type of servant who is willing to be humble enough to start giving much more than he or she expects to receive in return.</div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/zy-9DfBVykQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com0http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/05/preparing-for-hurricane.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-88778591795637353342011-07-03T10:19:00.001-04:002011-07-03T10:20:57.542-04:00Independence<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/Sk5HAK2s35I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w6zit-K-myU/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354295075229458322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/Sk5HAK2s35I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/w6zit-K-myU/s320/fireworks.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 106px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 160px;" /></a><br /><div>July 4th is an established American Holiday, that is hopefully celebrated by every United States citizen. This special day is totally about our Nations Independence. I, like others am proud to live in a time and place where FREEDOM is highly sought after and most importantly......, protected. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of course, there will always be other entities or sources who do not share our viewpoint on <i>FREEDOM</i>. They are the true demons of this life, who would if they could, take away, erase, eradicate, terminate and banish each and every one of the glorious benefits of <i>FREEDOM</i> we share. </div><div></div><br /><div>Everyday, plots and schemes are not only thought about and discussed by them, but plans are put in play to implement their dreadful missions. Any and all forms of dividing us are created, whether from outside this nation or from within it.&nbsp; It still puzzles me why even today, there are some of us who despite the various and obvious threats that bombarded us daily, attempt to rationalize, ignore, justify or classify these hideous dilemmas as fantasies or untruths.&nbsp; Do we really need another 9-11 event to convince us that the threats are real?<br /><br />I, for one think NOT!! </div><div></div><br /><div>Imagine what it would be like to not partake of any of the incredible lifestyles we enjoy and value so much? After all, what would the 4th of July feel like without fireworks, parades or barbecues ?<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>That would be and sound like fighting words to me... "Annie git yore gun."</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />We should all be inspired to send up countless number of praises that we were not born in some of the other parts of the world, where the only freedom available everyday, is to do only what you're told to do, without question, and if that was not enough, you're told that NOTHING you have is ever rightfully yours to own. The mere thought of such atrocities forced on anyone are frightening and incomprehensible.</div><br /><div></div><div>Webster describes <b><i>INDEPENDENCE</i></b> as...., Freedom from control or influence of another or others </div><div></div><br /><div>The choices of freedom we have <i>today</i> for enjoying all of our <i>tomorrows</i> are truly a blessing. </div><br /><div></div><div>Join me in thanking God, for the many brave men and women who fight faithfully everyday for our <i>FREEDOM</i> and <i>INDEPENDENCE</i>, even while we peacefully sleep and sometimes regrettably take everything they do for us for granted.&nbsp; Again I say....., thank you.</div><br /><div></div><div>Have a SAFE and Happy 4th of July!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/DH_AuGfyQ1I" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com0http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/07/july-4th-is-established-american.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-43841569131695977232011-06-12T12:21:00.000-04:002011-06-12T12:21:16.633-04:00No Rain In Sight<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SkEo3QBJ7zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZUlR3IMf0U/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350602761950588722" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SkEo3QBJ7zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oZUlR3IMf0U/s320/sunrise.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 159px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 160px;" /></a><br /><div>Opportunities and positive events are always present, provided we look for them and place ourselves in position to receive them. Although it somehow seems easier to fixate on the negatives or the short term "I want it now", craze in our lives, just remember this type of mentality oftentimes will result in more crash events like... sadness, dismay, disbelief, unfulfilled, defeat, and panic. </div><div></div><br /><div>A friend shared this statement with me once, she said that "In the absence of faith, doubt and fear are present".&nbsp; After considering this profound statement, I also surmised that, <i>Fear and Faith</i> would be find difficulty to coexist at the same time, but if somehow it does, which of these two factors would ultimately prevail in my life?</div><div></div><br /><div>I believe that we all want to take advantage of positive opportunities that come our way, but sometimes we allow that other inner voice between your ears to scream out... <i>"This one is not for you; you can't do it and you don't deserve it... Or what you seek, is simply meant for someone else". </i></div><div></div><br /><div>The problem as I see it is somehow, some way we have chosen to allow others to speak negatively into your lives, and depending on that individuals personal status level or influence on us, we've literally excepted whole heartily their opinionated filled speech to us as the truth and sadly without any further investigation on our part. </div><br /><div>&nbsp;No one has the right to speak negatively into our existence and we just except it.... NO ONE. Period! </div><br /><div></div><div><b>Here's my personal solution or affirmation:</b><br /><br /><b>STARTING RIGHT NOW</b>, each and everyday, as I look at my reflection in the mirror, I will no longer view that image as a stranger. I will no longer see a <i>small or insignificant </i>me. For, everyday that I breathe oxygen on this earth, I will always strive to grow and move forward in life, because the huge impact and influence that I may personally have on others is needed, required and valid. I will become stronger and stronger in self confidence to <i>Live and Love</i> unconditionally. If I sincerely help and invest quality time in those that I know and love, as well as all the others I will encounter... then I can expect and look forward to all my impossibles becoming all of my desired possibles. </div><br /><div></div><div>Life is a <b><i>JOURNEY</i></b>, and every curve, valley, hill, mountain, river, dead end, etc., should be enjoyed and appreciated immensely without reservations. I will work diligently not to focus solely on the <b><i>DESTINATION!</i></b> </div><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Believers know this to be true.. </div><br /><div></div><div>If through the rain (hard times), we continue to have faith and unwavering belief in that faith then...</div><br /><div></div><div>All our days will become Diamonds and none of those days... Stones. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/u7jBXbcvuK8" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com1http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/06/no-rain-in-sight.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-64508485105628783582011-05-29T13:38:00.000-04:002011-05-29T13:39:27.633-04:00PRICELESS<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SlaLVdBwkEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d8RWn-dwhwk/s1600-h/cash.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356622007489302594" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SlaLVdBwkEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d8RWn-dwhwk/s320/cash.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 120px;" /></a><br /><div>Every once in awhile, someone speaks or does something that immobilizes you or just simply stops you dead in your tracks. These extraordinary and amazing events can be extremely overwhelming to most of us, even to the point of being just down right...<b><i><span style="color: white;"> </span><span style="color: #6600cc;">PRICELESS.</span></i></b></div><br /><div></div><div>Visualize with me for a moment....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>can you remember what it was like to gaze up into the heavens and observing your very first sunrise or sunset?&nbsp; How about the first time you witnessed a newborn coming into this world and watching them take their very first breath.&nbsp; That moment was especially significant when the newborn's birth I witnessed was that of my very own children. </div><br /><div></div><div>Events of this nature occur in our lives daily, which is why this particular post is titled.... <b><i><span style="color: #6600cc;">PRICELESS</span></i></b>!!</div><br /><div></div><div>The following is a just one more example of incredible events communicated in the form of thoughts, that just took my breath away.&nbsp; These <b><i><span style="color: #6600cc;">PRICELESS</span></i></b> thoughts were written by unknown person(s) to me and because the words are powerful, positive and helpful, I'm motivated to sharing them with all of you.<br /><br />Please Remember... </div><br /><div></div><div><b><i><span style="color: #ffff33;">Everyone Can't Be in Your Front Row</span></i></b> </div><br /><div></div><div>Life is a theater - invite your audience carefully. Not everyone is spiritually healthy and mature enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you LET GO, or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere <i>relationships, friendships</i>, or those we <i>fellowship</i> with!</div><br /><div></div><div>Observe the relationships around you and be sure to pay attention to which ones lift and which ones lean; Which ones encourage and which ones discourage; Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill.&nbsp;<br /><br />When you leave or avoid certain people, do you feel better or feel worse? Amazingly some of our chosen&nbsp; relationships flood our lives with endless drama.&nbsp; Unfortunately they don't really understand, know and appreciate you for incredible gifts that lie within you.<br /><br />When we start to value and seek personal growth, peace of mind, love and truth, the easier it will become for us to decide who gets to sit in the <i>FRONT ROW</i> and who should be moved to the rear balcony of and in our lives. </div><br /><div></div><div><i>We cannot always change the people around us...,&nbsp; but we can change the people we are around!</i><br /><br />Ask God for godly wisdom and discernment and choose wisely the people who sit in the front row of your life. </div><div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/gGl5xRWgkCo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com1http://www.myjustlove.com/2009/07/priceless.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-58987534607465138792011-03-28T12:16:00.002-04:002011-04-27T13:21:13.193-04:00This Magic Moment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgH5GhNzkGM/SyKaH2NdJiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pk_rHhXveA4/s1600/Helping+Hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgH5GhNzkGM/SyKaH2NdJiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pk_rHhXveA4/s200/Helping+Hand.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>As the song's lyrics suggest...., "<i>Magic Moments</i>" experienced each and every single day, are all at times vastly different and new; they're really unlike any other, and once they are gone you'll never see or live another one exactly like it again. <br /><br />Looking back, over my life I can remember taking a lot for granted. Things like thinking I would stay young, smart and or even living forever.&nbsp; Obviously forgetting that life disguised as time, would eventually change myself and everyone else too.&nbsp; Not only in the way we physically felt and looked, but most importantly the way we think.<br /><br />These days, I get up feeling and acknowledging how truly blessed we all are. Thank god, I'm personally not awaken to the sounds and smells of war and the countless numbers of deaths that are part of its results.&nbsp; In some places around the world its all some people know, breathe and live constantly.&nbsp; Lately though, some have begun to stand up and fight back against the insanity of their dictators, who for whatever reason believe that an oppressed nation is a happy nation. Surely, I sympathize with them for having to exist under these conditions, but unfortunately, if I were asked to&nbsp; change places with them for a moment or a day, my answer would be simple and clear.<br /><br />In a word...NO!<br /><br />Although, I sincerely do wish that they could experience the peace and tranquility, I sometimes take for granted in this country, at least for just a moment in their time.&nbsp; In comparison to their everyday world, I guess my life here on this side of the fence... really is paradise.&nbsp; <br /><br />So, here's some thoughts on what I'm doing to sow and reap <i>Magic Moments</i>... <br /><br />I've got to continue to enjoy this life that I have by first recognizing that I must first begin to live it, love it and share it.&nbsp; Understanding that everything that exists, happens for a reason; That every thing is not all about me and that somethings do take time, and in fact there is more to life than just sitting around and contemplating on how to speed it up, while forgetting that without a plan to where I'm going, I'm destined to end up some place else.<br /><br />I must strive to be steadfast in gaining a better appreciation for the people, places and things that impact my love for life.&nbsp; I have discovered, that it may be as simple as looking up and instantly being overwhelmed by a beautiful sunrise or sunset or hearing and listening to the birds that sing, or caressing the flow of air that I'm able&nbsp;to breathe even though I can't literally see it, yet knowing that its there in abundance every time I arise to see a new day.<br /><br />Remembering the experience and answers I searched for, on one occasion as I looked down on the remains of a loved and respected family member, who had lived her life on earth for 94 blessed&nbsp; years.&nbsp; As the feelings of hopelessness and pain raced through my core, I suddenly realized that through all the sadness and heartbreak displayed in that building, my subconscious senses were now being repeatedly bombarded with the awesome and awakening sounds from none other than a newborn in attendance three rows behind me. Their tiny and incredible utterances of love, joy and happiness, miraculously drowned out my selfish tears of sorrow and woe.<br /><br />The rewarding results of that small "<i>Magic Moment</i>", was huge and gave me reassurance that life will continue to go on with or without me, but while I'm still here, its a responsibility of mine to give back into that which I partake of. <br /><br /><br />Mark Twain said once that, "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see".&nbsp; In like manner, I've heard it said that, negative thoughts create negative beliefs which govern our attitudes and actions to create negative beliefs.&nbsp; So if this is a true statement, can you imagine what impact positive thoughts will and would have on ourselves and those we have influence on?<br /><br />Just Live, Love and Share life. Strive without regret to give these intricate and important factors your very very best each day. &nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/O3Xo4-JBlcQ" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com14http://www.myjustlove.com/2011/03/this-magic-moment.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-78114583434250921952010-10-21T12:15:00.004-04:002010-11-05T12:55:46.597-04:00The Return of... "No Need To Fear"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXB-KfxXPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WR4dgQgdmZU/s1600/Great+pumkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXB-KfxXPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WR4dgQgdmZU/s1600/Great+pumkin.jpg" /></a></div>Very soon this month, specifically on the 31st day of the week, several different populated sides of this planet will voluntarily engage in dressing up in strange clothing (better known as costumes), and participate in what is known as HALLOWEEN.<br /><br /><br />Usually, for many the favorite Halloween color represented is your basic orange and black combination. Additionally, the event is largely associated with the use of symbolic images like, jack-o-lanterns, witches, scary stories etc. <br /><br />It may sounds like a lot of fun, but it's not necessarily fun for everyone. There are some religious skeptics who have voiced serious concerns over the years, due to their belief that Halloween, is in direct conflict with their specific faith teachings. <br /><br />They believe that any association with Halloween has become less about fun and celebration, but more about Satan and demon worshipping. Ouch!<br /><br />I grew up living with a very strict and religious family and can't ever remember going trick or treating. Sometimes I wonder and ask myself, was I really that sheltered? Did I somehow miss out on something? <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXCKQDTXqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Z9t7bbT5aQ/s1600/Halloween+pumkin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXCKQDTXqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9Z9t7bbT5aQ/s1600/Halloween+pumkin.jpg" /></a></div>Actually, I only think about such things when the Halloween festivities come and go, or when we escort my youngest daughter and grandson, door to door collecting treats and most importantly searching for the "Great Pumkin".....Ooooo! <br /><br />The next big question or complaint about Halloween is at what age should one stop trick or treating? ummm.<br /><br />This situation is one that probably is no big deal, but there have been times when I've responded to my front door expecting little cute and adorable youngesters, dressed in angel; spounge bob; batman; whinny the pooh; and spiderman get ups. Each and every one of them, tiny little people, with cute tiny little voices attempting to articlulate, those famous 3 words... TRICK or TREAT. . Wonderful Right?.... Wrong!! <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXIbVRbABI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-8lVM5ESywA/s1600/Scary+faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXIbVRbABI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-8lVM5ESywA/s200/Scary+faces.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>As I'm opening the door, and starting at the feet level of the ghostly vistors, I immediately realize that those little feet are huge, massive podders that are attached to large legs and torso's, who's voices are certainly not tinnie weenie. Then as I slowly glance up at the faces of these masses of terror, it's enough to knock you off your own feet, reeling you backwards inside the door and embarassingly onto the floor. Enough already, not only are they heart attack scary, they're just to big..., And with big people ghools, come BIGGGG! ghoolish hands. Hell, they literally took more than their ghoolly share of the goodies. So much so, that it was all gone before the Halloween night came to an end.<br /><br />After a few of those incidents, I now never let them reach into the goody tray anymore. Ha,Ha, Ha.....<br /><br />Thank Goodness, there are lots of other options available to attract those older Halloweener's, who wish to celebrate this event. One of the options is to do what I'm doing and just pass out treats and call it a night.<br /><br />Or...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXJDP49jcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LonJfRZ55IE/s1600/halloween+Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/SuXJDP49jcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LonJfRZ55IE/s1600/halloween+Party.jpg" /></a></div>They could actively and safely participate or sponsor Halloween parties involving their age related peers. ummm. Ok, that's all I've got for now. Looking forward to hearing from or seeing you all on the 31st.<br /><br /><br />Happy Halloween or should I say... TRICK or TREAT!<br /><br /><br />* <em>This is a repost of an original archived item dated, 10/26/09, with minimal photo rearrangements</em>.<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/hGXvmtWU6MM" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com2http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/10/return-of-no-need-to-fear.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-50713653043413806762010-07-18T10:33:00.000-04:002010-11-05T19:37:34.059-04:00JUST FOR ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TEMPIChHAFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I1p2a6uWwnU/s1600/Longing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="167" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TEMPIChHAFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I1p2a6uWwnU/s200/Longing.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Its morning again, I hear the sound of birds singing and I began to wonder...&nbsp; <br /><br />Suddenly, my face is greeted with wetness and I witness the wagging of his tail moving crazily back and forth, but I'm not alarmed or quicken to anger, and I began to wonder...&nbsp; <br /><br />As&nbsp;I look over and past a most familiar face, still ever so quietly slumbering in restful and peaceful sleep, my eyes meet the awesomeness of nature and the warm morning sun.. and I smile, and yet I continue to wonder.... <br /><br />Is&nbsp;all of this... JUST FOR ME?<br /><br />To many are those,&nbsp;whose days and nights&nbsp;are filled with horror and the sounds of cruelity and of death. To many are those,&nbsp;who&nbsp;tremble and huddled together because the endless fear(s) of the unknown was and have become so deeply overwhelming. To many&nbsp;of those,&nbsp;will&nbsp;have no sound of joy in the trees, no faithful friend to greet their awakening eyes, no familiar loving presence of a life long mate or the laughing, happy tunes of little tiny feet, with outstretched arms&nbsp;running to meet them .&nbsp; Yet, through it all,&nbsp;I somehow will be spared and wonder, will it&nbsp;all be... JUST FOR ME?<br /><br />Why, oh why, did the thief who comes in the night pass me by? Why,&nbsp;did those few, who are both near and abroad, choose to&nbsp;protect the many and include&nbsp;little ole me?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How could&nbsp;anyone know, that I&nbsp;prayed for these things?&nbsp;&nbsp;How could anyone know, that through all the negative possibilities that could engulf me, that my tiny little exisitence really mattered.&nbsp;<br /><br />Although the road I travel, sometimes gets rough, and some of the people around me choose to openly hate, I&nbsp;still somehow can reflect on the countless number of good times.&nbsp; Good times when I encountered strangers who&nbsp;smiled&nbsp;as they looked me in the face... and said, "Hello".&nbsp; I'm motivated to faithfully,&nbsp;rise every morning&nbsp;and awaken to the glorious sounds of life all around me and then stop, smile and breathe freely as I&nbsp;realize that&nbsp;I'm alive, worthy&nbsp;and well, especially&nbsp;with having the opportunity of sleeping in my own warm and comfortable bed.&nbsp; <br /><br />Hastily, as&nbsp;I spring up and move throughout&nbsp;this place that I call my own...my home, I am overjoyed and&nbsp;as my peace suddenly escapes me, I shout out towards the heavens..., Halleluiah!!, because the majesty of the stars and strips, affixed to my house is still intact and I'm still, oh so.......&nbsp;FREEEEEE!&nbsp;<br /><br />Yet, somehow I find myself wondering, did he really&nbsp;hear me, does he really know me, and if so.. why, oh why, JUST FOR ME?<br /><br />Wait a minute... I remember now, I was told&nbsp;long ago that my thoughts are not his thoughts. That he sits high and looks low.&nbsp;I never have to worry, nor wait in line. There's no need for an appointment or even a co-payment, that he may not come when I want him, but he would always be there, right on time.&nbsp;<br /><br />The answer is clear and yes&nbsp;its a choice. &nbsp; The truth of the matter&nbsp;can be&nbsp;summed up in just one&nbsp;word..."<em>LOVE </em>"&nbsp;and its truly all&nbsp;done.... <strong><em>JUST FOR ME</em></strong>.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/dfVfyuqC-ew" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com13http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/07/just-for-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-49483805491610736232010-07-16T15:02:00.002-04:002010-11-05T18:39:37.013-04:00YOUTH SPORTS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TECsP2aHCUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GjcaXZgrVF8/s1600/3+pointer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TECsP2aHCUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GjcaXZgrVF8/s200/3+pointer.jpg" width="166" /></a></div>It was not to very long ago, I wrote a post about the athletic attributes of my youngest daughter Taylor.&nbsp; Well that was just about a year ago, (July&nbsp;25, 2009).&nbsp; Of course, you may wonder why or think that I'm bragging about my&nbsp;kid again and&nbsp;If that's what you're thinking,&nbsp;I must admit that&nbsp;you're absolutely right.<br /><br />Sports has always been and probably will always be significant in&nbsp;our families lives.&nbsp; My wife and I both participated in sports and found it very rewarding. There are just so many amazing advantages to kids and their parents when sports are included in their daily&nbsp;activities.&nbsp;&nbsp;For one thing there are both mental and physical benefits as it relates to overall health.&nbsp; Our daughter has a difficult time with seasonal allergies. Thanks to sports she has responded quite well when she's dealing with the wheezing and sneezing etc., because it forces her to breathe deeply and the air she's intaking is fresh and outdoors vs. being stuck indoors sucking on a humidifier.<br /><br />Sports&nbsp;have also&nbsp;become a&nbsp;very&nbsp;positive distraction for her and it seems to actually&nbsp;enhance her competitive nature&nbsp;during these most difficult times.<br /><br />Speaking of distractions, youth sports have in my experience,&nbsp;proven to help kids focus and most importantly it has kept a&nbsp;boatload of kids off the streets and out of trouble.&nbsp; Being a retired law enforcement professional,&nbsp;I have personally witnessed troubled kids turn their lives around and become viable and outstanding law abidding citizens due to their involvement in sports.&nbsp; Of course, there are a few who fall off the wagon and&nbsp;become involved with the wrong crowd or group, leading them to crime,&nbsp;but those aren't the ones I'm talking about.&nbsp;There are tons of documented&nbsp;success stories, than those of the failures.<br /><br />Sports has a way of turning intraverted kids into excited outgoing communicating team builders and leaders.... YEAH!!<br /><br />This phenomena is especially helpful when its time for them to&nbsp;grow up and get out into the job market(s). The beautiful results&nbsp;are that&nbsp;these kids are usually no longer insecure, but confident individuals who are driven.&nbsp; They tend to look you in the eye and state exactly what it is they want and why.&nbsp;Sports has assisted with the development of&nbsp; recognizing and enjoying&nbsp;the sweetness of victory, as well as shielding them against the depressive state of dealing with the agony of defeat.&nbsp;So if they don't win today so be it.&nbsp;Thankfully, it becomes&nbsp;somewhat of a motivator, because&nbsp;they've learned that you can't win by merely be comfortable to sitting on the sideline. You've got to get in the game!&nbsp; The kids I'm talking about know how to do just that.<br /><br />We are just so very proud of Taylor.&nbsp; Although she loves&nbsp;practically any sport, she's really dialed into soccer and basketball.&nbsp; This year she was selected to participate in a State wide soccer event called, ODP, which is an acroynm for Olympic Development Program. This was and is an incredible achievement, because you have&nbsp;to tryout/compete, in order to be selected.&nbsp; This program, trains and prepares kids for State, Nationals, College and olympic level competitions in soccer.&nbsp; She really enjoyed it and&nbsp;I sure she'll tryout again next year too. This year's season ending basketball playoffs, she was just short of a triple double. <br /><br />"You Go GIRL!!"<br /><br />So, if your&nbsp;brother, sister, son, daughter, niece or nehew etc. is&nbsp;willing to except&nbsp;the challenge&nbsp;to having absolutely incredible&nbsp;fun and the possibility of achieving greatness.... Please&nbsp;don't just point them to it, but get up and literally get involved and take them to the nearest youth sports entity and... GET IN THE GAME!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/0TTvWh8pNmw" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com2http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/07/youth-sports.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-19199870737702833052010-07-08T15:44:00.001-04:002010-11-05T19:30:07.828-04:00Will I Ever Learn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TDYp1jrLXNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7CMy_-zWbkU/s1600/Jack+Russell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TDYp1jrLXNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7CMy_-zWbkU/s200/Jack+Russell.jpg" width="170" /></a></div>Ruff, Rufff!!! ahh, I mean hello.&nbsp; My name is Jack, and although you're accustomed to hearing from my family member, I thought and heard about this thing you humans call change.&nbsp;Soooo, for this particular post...here comes change and you're going to love it, because if you haven't heard, my bite per square inch of power is AWESOME! Just kidding.<br /><br />The photo above is one of me when&nbsp;I was just a wee lil pup. You see&nbsp;3 and a half years ago,&nbsp;I was sitting all alone starring&nbsp;out and doing a little people watching, when this couple stopped by and gave&nbsp;me the warmest smile of my puppy life.&nbsp; I became so overwhelmed by their exhibited non verbal skills, that my tail wagged so hard&nbsp;I was literally being&nbsp;thrown all over the place.&nbsp;Suddenly, I began to feel rather silly and desperately tried to control my emotions, but it was to late. That's when it happen, time seemed to slow down and the attendant's speech began to drag and slur. As she slowly approached my gate lock,&nbsp;and attemped to open it, her fingers seem to lose&nbsp;it's way. I tried to help but to no avail. &nbsp;Finally, the lock gave way and I was in the arms of&nbsp;the lady with the pretty eyes and great smile.&nbsp; We&nbsp;couldn't help but be a match, because after all, I picked her.<br /><br />She introduced me to her partner.&nbsp; He's the guy you're&nbsp;more familiar with and who by the way, is still trying to figure out how&nbsp;I managed to get into his head and write this post. But desperate times require, desperate measures.&nbsp; Besides its&nbsp;his fault for allowing me to watch tv. I particularly like Jerry Springer and that guy who yells, "You are NOT the father", ... Ha, ha.... . Of course, my favorite is&nbsp;show is watching "Brian", from Family Guy.<br /><br />Ok, back to my plight. <br /><br />I need your help in order to find out&nbsp;does anyone else out there,&nbsp;who try with all their might to just be friendly..., get hammered&nbsp;when you kiss a frog?&nbsp;&nbsp;Ummm, and if you don't, then why, Oh why sweet Jesus, is it always me?<br /><br />Here's what I know.<br /><br />The practice of &nbsp;"toad-licking" has evolved into an urban legend, in that the venom secreted through the skin of some toads cause hallucinations. Which is why I think, I'm a contributing author of this blog post.<br /><br />See what I mean?<br /><br />Anyway, the venom is highly toxic to pets.&nbsp;Take for instance, my other friends and family members (dogs),&nbsp;are most likely to come in contact with a toad, and have a high probability of dying if untreated.<br /><br />I quess, I should leave that curiousity thing to cats.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TDYqOc4jk2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/0dUWG7cN4M8/s1600/Marine+Frog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TDYqOc4jk2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/0dUWG7cN4M8/s200/Marine+Frog.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The Colorado River toad and the other giant toad, known as the Marine toad are the two most common venomous toads found in the U.S.&nbsp; Of course this guy wouldn't win any beauty awards like yours truly, because he's all covered with warts. UGGGH!<br /><br />I also found out that I don't necessarily have to lick or God forbid eat&nbsp;a toad, to be poisoned.&nbsp;&nbsp;There have been cases where frogs have been attracted to&nbsp;a dogs&nbsp;water dish and just because it was unattended,&nbsp;they sat along the rim, leaving enough toxin to make you sick.&nbsp;&nbsp;It's&nbsp;actual&nbsp;difficult to&nbsp;find the presence of&nbsp; the toxin.&nbsp; You technically have to see it happen, but if you're suspcious...<br /><br />Here's what to look for:<br /><br />If your four legged family member has ingested enough toxin, they may have an irregular heartbeat and may start acting strangely, as if they are locked in the grip of a hallucination. Call your veterinarian if you observe:<br /><br />*Mouth irritation with foamy salivation<br />*Depression<br />*Weakness<br />*Collapse<br />*Difficulity breathing<br />*Seizures<br />*Fever<br />Vomiting<br />*Diarrhea<br /><br />Well, I patiently await your reply to let me know if it's just me, because just the other day, I was in the back yard minding my own business, when suddenly there he was, gazing at me with those huge bulging eyes.&nbsp;I tried to just walk away, but I was trapped in their stare.&nbsp;That's when it happen, I heard that ribbb--it call and&nbsp;I... ok, I licked it. YUKK!!, &nbsp;not again... "Will I Ever Learn"?<br /><br />*Data collected from <a href="http://www.petplace.com/">http://www.petplace.com/</a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/eRYy8yGx7lI" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com9http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/07/will-i-ever-learn.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-30367685510344791192010-06-27T15:05:00.001-04:002010-11-05T18:17:08.357-04:00For Your Precious Love...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TCegwk4EznI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PEEMBzGPz68/s1600/love+never+fails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TCegwk4EznI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/PEEMBzGPz68/s200/love+never+fails.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Two days ago, my wife and I celebrated&nbsp;our 15th year wedding anniversary and a very dear friend of mine expressed how amazing it was that in these times, how rare it was to be in a relationship of any significant amout of time.&nbsp;&nbsp;She then ask me&nbsp;if&nbsp;I would one day&nbsp;talk about&nbsp;how we&nbsp;made it, while balancing&nbsp;both of our demanding careers.<br /><br />First and foremost, &nbsp;I'm not&nbsp;my any means an expert when it comes to&nbsp;relationships. What I do know, is that based on my personal experience, relationships require time, commitment, and the willness to being&nbsp;honest and open to your partner as well as&nbsp;yourself.... ALL DAY, EVERYDAY!!<br /><br />Looking back,&nbsp;I used to look at relationships the same way I used to value life in general. Wow, was that a big mistake. I constantly created a life&nbsp;filled with headaches and heartaches.&nbsp; I was simply initiating relationships based solely on a "want".&nbsp; Just because I was watching others around mingling&nbsp;and&nbsp;giving the&nbsp;appearance of having such a wonderful and exciting time together, didn't necessarily equate to long term or that life of forever after effect you read about in story books.<br /><br />Of course, I'm not saying that&nbsp;everyone of my, "want" relationships resulted in disaster, but there usually was no tenure experienced and that was because, not long after I "fell" in love, I quickly "fell" out of love. Uummm, I wonder has this ever happen to you and your relationships too?<br /><br />The key is "growing" in love. The goal is "growing in love together".&nbsp;The result..."PRICELESS".<br /><br />Anyway, while coming up through the years, I've learned a lot about what I "want" compared to what I really "need".&nbsp; What I did was honestly, evaluate each of these factors and the sum of which, put me on&nbsp;the right course.<br /><br />Careers are great to have, but they can also be a hazzard to a relationship&nbsp;if&nbsp;<strong><em>YOU</em></strong> allow them to.&nbsp;Think about it, when was the last time on a cold and dark lonely night, and you're watching this incredible movie or listening to&nbsp;your favorite Barry White tune, and suddenly the thought of sharing this moment of&nbsp;hot and&nbsp;steamy passion with someone....&nbsp;you picked up the phone and called your selfish, demanding, stressful&nbsp;career, to come over and&nbsp;extinquish your flames?&nbsp;&nbsp;Ummm, again!<br /><br />Additionally, sharing with one another is also essential.&nbsp; Most, excessive career minded individuals tend to&nbsp;really&nbsp;separate their personal life from their professional life. I feel that once you both start separating&nbsp;some of the things in your relationship, it creates an avenue of acceptance to&nbsp;separate not only other things but everything.&nbsp; To each his or her own, but some people take&nbsp;this process literally; they separate money, cars, children, the house, the food, the bed, the dog and eventually each other.&nbsp;This mindset, I believe&nbsp;sacrifices the partnership... the core of the relationship.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br /><br />Careers were&nbsp;invented by man, not by&nbsp;the higher source that I associate with, who like himself is everlasting and <em>loves</em> unconditionally.&nbsp;Let me just say, that&nbsp;in my book,&nbsp;the latter&nbsp;should be the pattern of our&nbsp;<em>love</em>&nbsp;to one&nbsp;another. <br /><br />So, if your one and only,&nbsp;secret and true love is your career..., you have my heartfelt sympathy.<br /><br />The choice is rather simple and ultimately always yours.&nbsp; Like the songs says, It's your thing, do what you want to to do.....<br /><br />Or,<br /><br />Like this post title states, <em>"For your precious love, means more to me, than any love could ever be".&nbsp;</em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/MoiRFpfIZSE" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com6http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/06/for-your-precious-love.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-9584238851215579862010-06-20T09:50:00.001-04:002010-11-05T20:16:38.243-04:00Repost- The Winter will Come..A Tribute to my Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TB4b6T2WM1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/nxaL-Ybz24s/s1600/winter+squirrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="147" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TB4b6T2WM1I/AAAAAAAAAVI/nxaL-Ybz24s/s200/winter+squirrel.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I have been involved in the health and fitness arena for a long time. I'm not a professional when it comes to nutrition or health problems, but I've enjoyed learning through trial and error, and I've had some success with my personal fitness goals. I've been somewhat of a gym rat since age 18. Long before my father died, he would give me advise about fitness, mainly because of his own involvement in this same enjoyable and rewarding sport. To him being fit was everything, mainly because he believed it supported a lot of other areas that people took for granted. Things like; self confidence, personal appearance, self esteem, and overall health and well being. These are all very, very important things to possess, but of course being fit is also one of those, things you choose to do or not do.<br /><br /><br />One day, we were just sitting around and talking, when I interrupted our conversation, because I was in a hurry to get outside and spend some time with my friends. You see my father took pride in giving my sister and I lessons or life tips as he called them, whenever the opportunty presented itself. Each and everyone of those "life tips", seemed to parallel with and or remind me, of all those Sundays spent in church hearing about biblical parables. I took a deep breath and asked him hastily "Do I really need to spend this much time in the gym." He paused, looked me in the eye, and at that point I knew right away, that it would be awhile before I was going outside. I was going to learn a new lesson, whether I wanted one or not, and he was going to take his time, with its delivery. <br /><br />I can still hear his voice saying, "Every year brings about a new season, and as the seasons change, even the smallest of animals prepare, and so should you." What?, I thought, to myself. He went on to say, 'Take the squirrel for instance, early in the spring, summer and during the fall, the squirrel collects nuts and stores them up. Although some animals, with larger brains procrastinate or choose unwisely not to prepare or figure out why the squirrel is doing this". I couldn't help myself, I said what does nuts and squirrels and other brain dead animals have to do with me? He just smiled and said, "Everything my impatient son. Even the squirrel knows that the winter will come, and there won't be much food around to survive on". I still didn't get it, but since I knew he was not done and had more to impart to me, I shut up and decided to open my ears. <br /><br />He told me that, because the squirrel made preparations for the winter he was able to take care of him self and survived when some other animals couldn't, during the tough times. He then made his point very clear and etched its meaning into my mind and soul by saying, "You're young now, but one day, your winter will come, today you are living in the spring, summer and fall of your life. If you do the things required to take good care of yourself now while you're able, perhaps like the squirrel, when the tough times come (your winter), your fit body will take care of you too. <br /><br />Actually dad, today happens to be Fathers Day and everything you've&nbsp;instilled in me&nbsp;has been manifested into my present reality. For you see dad, I'm now&nbsp;also a father and amazingly, as I daily behold the man in my mirror and gaze upon the faces of my sons.... You're there.<br /><br />Well Dad, its been 25 years since you've been gone, resting in that place so bright and fair; where there's no more sickness and death. Enjoy forever the peace and eternal love that was promised. <br /><br /><br />Thanks Dad, and by the way....I&nbsp;will never&nbsp;forget.<br /><br />**This post is a repost of the original, "The Winter&nbsp;Will Come". There are minimal additions to the original content&nbsp;which reflects my endless love to&nbsp;my father's extraordinary&nbsp;life and memory.<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/JKxAivMSxJ0" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com6http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/06/repost-winter-will-comea-tribute-to-my.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239120006024316018.post-29259128122662779682010-06-11T15:49:00.003-04:002010-11-05T18:03:00.742-04:00No Reason To Quit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TBKS2lo3bGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/msaSaC23f2s/s1600/coffee+winner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_85VjJn98qv0/TBKS2lo3bGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/msaSaC23f2s/s200/coffee+winner.jpg" width="143" /></a></div>Seven years ago, in the&nbsp;fall of 2003, I&nbsp;turned the eager and energetic age of 50. Wow, I had hit the top of the hill according to a few of my closest friends. Soooo.... what are you going to do different they ask?&nbsp; Of course I was still caught up in the&nbsp;fact that I was blessed to even see 50 years of life, especially with practically everything from&nbsp;all my&nbsp;physical&nbsp;and&nbsp;mental aspects in tact.<br /><br />After several minutes of beinng in my own little world, the voices around began to get louder and more direct. I guess&nbsp;I spaced out a little.&nbsp; I only remember saying yes I can and yes I will!&nbsp; After high fiving everyone, I discovered that I had agreed to enter a local bodybuilding contest. <br /><br />YIPES!<br /><br />Anyway, through all the 24 weeks of training and grueling dieting regimine, I guess I&nbsp;shocked&nbsp;some of those doubting&nbsp;friends, when I delivered a FIRST PLACE trophy in the masters division. <br /><br />Since that time, I started to seriouly train again, only this time&nbsp;just to duplicate and or&nbsp;simulate that bodybuilders look, without the stresses of actually doing the show.&nbsp; My&nbsp;problem&nbsp;this time is that,&nbsp;I'm seven years older and believe it or not, I'm convinced that&nbsp;things really do change.&nbsp;&nbsp;This old body constantly reminds me&nbsp;that I need to make new mental and physical adjustments.<br /><br />Interestingly enough life is, has and can have&nbsp;a strange sense of humor. It also has the tendency to&nbsp;every once in awhile.. throw you a curve ball.<br /><br />My curve ball came fast and hard.&nbsp;Initially, I took a mighty swing at it, but I really should have ducked. There it was flying toward me as if it was shot out of a cannon.&nbsp;The final result of the umpire's&nbsp;(surgeons)&nbsp;call was... A HERNIATED DISK.<br /><br />No way, I said. Yes it is, he replied.<br /><br />It's&nbsp;now been&nbsp;seven to&nbsp;eight&nbsp;months of every pain pill the doctors could prescribe.&nbsp;Then&nbsp;came&nbsp;the echoing advise of trying acupunture; chiropractic; deep tissue massages; decompression therapy; hot and cold compresses; crutches; limping&nbsp;and finally, "Why don't you&nbsp;just stay in bed"!<br /><br />Last resort.. SURGERY.&nbsp; YIPES!! AGAIN.<br /><br />Through it all, thanks to my strong faith&nbsp;in sincere prayer.&nbsp; Everything turned out just fine.&nbsp; <br /><br />The hills of life are still present and will be for as long as we are alive and breathe air. A positive mindset and the willingness to forge forward and never give up is vital to a positive outcome.&nbsp;&nbsp;Here's what I&nbsp;thought of most and I truly hope that this statement will help you when you're standing at the plate of life's challenges and the next pitch you're thrown is a&nbsp;curve ball.<br /><br /><strong><em>When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust him fully and let go, only 1 of&nbsp; 2 things will happen; either he'll catch you when you fall, or.. he'll teach you how to fly</em></strong>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<div class="feedflare">
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</div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/myjustlove/Qxrm/~4/tFM5g9jSddo" height="1" width="1" alt=""/>Clarencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324071544612877149noreply@blogger.com11http://www.myjustlove.com/2010/06/no-reason-to-quit.html